. Poems of faith, hope, and love. truck it from his own. HUMAN AND DIVINE. 135 Turned wholly am I from the way, — Lost, and eternally undone;I am of those, though gone astray. The Father seeketh through the Son. I wander in a maze of fear, Hid in impenetrable night,Afar from God, — and yet so near. He keeps me always in His sight. I am as dross, and less than as worthlessness can be; I am so precious that the crossDarkened the universe for me! I am unfit, even from the dust, Master! to kiss thy garments hem ; I am so dear, that Thou, though just,Wilt not despise me nor condemn.
. Poems of faith, hope, and love. truck it from his own. HUMAN AND DIVINE. 135 Turned wholly am I from the way, — Lost, and eternally undone;I am of those, though gone astray. The Father seeketh through the Son. I wander in a maze of fear, Hid in impenetrable night,Afar from God, — and yet so near. He keeps me always in His sight. I am as dross, and less than as worthlessness can be; I am so precious that the crossDarkened the universe for me! I am unfit, even from the dust, Master! to kiss thy garments hem ; I am so dear, that Thou, though just,Wilt not despise me nor condemn. Accounted am I as the least Of creatures valueless and mean; Yet heavens own joy shall be increasedIf eer repentance wash me clean. Naked, ashamed, I hide my face, All seamed by guilts defacing scars ; I may be clothed with righteousnessAbove the brightness of the stars. 136 HUMAN AND DIVINE. Lord, I do fear that I shall go, Where death and darkness wait for me; Lord, I believe, and therefore knowI have eternal life in Thee!. THE PRIZE. Hope wafts my bark, and round my way Her pleasant sunshine lies;For I sail with a royal argosy To win a royal prize. A maiden sits in her lovelinessOn the shore of a distant stream, And over the waters at her feetThe lilies float, and dream. She reaches down, and draws them a hand that hath no stain; And that lily of all the lilies, her hand,Is the prize I go to gain. Her hair in a yellow flood falls downFrom her forehead low and white ; I would bathe in its billowy gold, and its sea of soft delight. Her cheek is as fair as a tender flower,When its blushing leaves dispart; Oh; my rose of the world, my regal rose,I must wear you on my heart: L38 THE PPdZE. I must kiss your lips, so sweetly closedOer their pearly treasures fair; Or strike on their coral reef, and sinkIn the waves of my dark despair!
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